"I shall be merciful, then," Sansa says, giving him a brilliant smile. She trails her fingers along his cheekbones and then down his neck to span the breadth of his collarbones. He's still glimmering a bit, beautiful and tempting, and she cannot help but lean in to kiss him once before resuming her touch.

She presses her palms against his chest and feels the muscle there, slides them lower to his abdomen.

"You are powerfully made for a healer, you know."